The three of them never even considered it against the law; after all, everyone has to have a hobby. They thought killing a****ls for sport was worse,...after all, when the hunters were done, their victims were dead. Their prey was just a little worse for the wear, and they hoped some of them might actually have enjoyed it a little.John looked at the pictures that Sam had taken. Twenty-two, short brown hair, big green eyes, a pouty little nose and a beautiful smile, though all he could imagine. “Cindy, I am ready and we can go on our ride. Give me the basket, cooler and blanket.”Out the door we go, heading to the workshop.“Why are we going to the workshop, Dean?”“That is where the bikes are, sweetie.”Cindy looks at me quizzically as I open the door. Entering, I step to one side and put the basket, blanket, and cooler down.“Oh my, Dean, my bike!”“What do you think, dear?”“I love it!” She says, going over and running her hand along the length of the dildo.“Thank you for putting sponges. I felt his cock tense, and I allowed him to come over my chest and tits.“Oh fuck, Tara. That was amazing!” I ignored Jake for the time being as my uncle came down on his knees to rub his cum over my tits and down to my pussy. He finally spoke to his friend.“So, Jake, you up to fucking my beautiful niece?” Jake merely smiled and nodded. My uncle sat down on the grass, leaning back against the fence with his legs open. “Come sit between your uncle’s legs, Tara,” he instructed. I leaned my back up. She left the house early, and walked the mile to the main road, where she hailed a cab to take her to the shop, called ‘Bim’s Beauties’. After waiting for an hour, she fell asleep under the hairdresser’s expert hands, and had to be wakened to dry and style her hair. Then she went into the nail salon and had her hands and feet pampered, and rich, warm red nail polish applied to finger and toe nails. It was two o’clock before she walked back into the house, just as the phone rang. She hurried to.